That Night in Rio Page #3

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What a charming smile.

It makes me want to do better.

Perhaps you... you might do me

the honor to have supper with me.

- You are making love to me?

- Oh, what a charming notion.

- Ah.

- I must say it appeals to me too. Will you?

- No.

- I am very sorry.

- Tomorrow perhaps?

- I am very sorry.

We are...

We are both very sorry.

Perhaps we could discuss our regrets

together over a bottle of champagne.

- Oh, no, no, no. No champagne.

- All right. You will choose the wine.

Tomorrow night,

I am having a reception for...

for a distinguished foreign

diplomat, an ambassador.

Perhaps you will sing for us?

Later on, we might find a moment or two...

- for an exchange of ideas, eh?

- No, no, Baron.

No champagne and no ideas.

- You are afraid of the ambassador?

- Oh, no, not the ambassador.

- But won't you come?

- I would like to.

Thank you, thank you.

- L-I...

- But I won't.

But, Cecilia,

you saw for yourself.

Manuel escapades

are public knowledge.

Cecilia, isn't it time

for you to retaliate?

- Oh, I'm afraid I'm not that vengeful.

- But you have a right to...

When I find somebody as charming

as my husband, I'll think of my rights.

Stop preening, Pierre.

After all, you really don't think

Manuel could take you seriously?

Cecilia, you're not very flattering.

Many husbands have been

furiously jealous of me.

Well, then, why don't you

rest on your laurels?

Get yourself a wife, Pierre,

and leave me alone, hmm?

Cecilia, if I cannot be happy

with another man's wife...

how can I be happy

with one of my own?

This song oflove begins

The night they met down in Rio

In a caf by the bay

They romanced to

A midnight serenade

She told him to forget

The night they met down in Rio

And there were tears

in her eyes as they danced to

A midnight serenade

He whispered

You must be mine forevermore

And then she showed him

someone else's picture

In the tiny little locket she wore

And so he rode away

But left his heart down in Rio

All that remains of their love

are the strains of

A midnight serenade

All that remains of their love

are the strains of

A midnight

Serenade

And to think you can sing

like that too, Baroness.

Thank you.

Then you know who I am.

Whenever I see a beautiful flower,

I always learn its name.

I wanted to compliment you

on your performance this evening.

- Oh, thanks.

- Oh, pardon me.

- This is Monsieur Pierre Dufond.

- How do you do, monsieur?

- Won't you sit down?

- Hello.

Uh, yeah.

Thanks, thanks.

- I, uh, hope the baron didn't mind.

- No, he enjoyed it immensely.

- Were you nervous?

- What for?

Well, I... I saw you watching the baron.

- Well, maybe you misjudged my gaze.

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